The 15 is ready.
Are we?
The New Year’s Eve “15” numerals stand lit on the sidewalk after they were unloaded from a truck in Times Square in New York, December 16, 2014. The giant seven-foot-tall numerals will be installed atop One Times Square where they will be lit at midnight on New Year’s eve at the completion of the Times Square 2015 ball drop celebration. REUTERS/Mike Segar
There have been a lot of folks ‘down’ on New Years lately—people are taking the approach that staying in is better than going out. And I completely get that. The notion of sharing a night with amateurs who pronounce Filet Mignon as “fill it mig nun” isn’t too appealing.
From shirts and ties, tuxedos and top hats, to the more modern attire at the affair, just being a part of Times Square in New York is cool. Sure there may be no place to urinate, except the street you’re standing.. and yes it’s cold and you get hungry.. and of course on TEE VEE you can see Ryan Seacrest up close, but he is wearing too much makeup anyway.
Being apart of New York on New Years is being a part of history, raising the glass to times gone and singing Auld Lang Syne to a new time, one that hopefully brings with it good moments and profits of the wallet and spirit.
Do what you want to on new years eve.. but do it because you want to, not because talking heads without brains tell you what to do..
Maybe your local watering hole.. a church.. a library. Do they have libraries in 2015?? Or maybe a casino.. I don’t know.
Maybe watch the Twilight Zone marathon.
Heck, maybe Times Square.
Either way raise the cup of cheer and sing in a new year..
Here’s hoping your cup is full and 2011 brings joy and peace.
Fingers crossed.
Just got a message from co-Tumblr user I often talk to from New York City, who is one of many in a crowd just below the giant ball in New York City, waiting for 11:59 pm when he is able to count down to a new year and kiss his girlfriend. Of course until then he’s drinking few liquids, as the bathrooms potentials besides streets and snow piles are rare…
But he is having fun. And hopefully you are too.
And hopefully 2010 will turn to 2011 and we will all be able to breath a sigh of relief. We made it. Another year over. A new one just begun..
Of course in Australia, last year’s problems are already this year’s. And soon here it will be, too.
Here’s hoping your cup is full and 2011 brings joy and peace.
Fingers crossed.
The world in 1950 .. Santa Claus happily singing about Camels as the world, weary from a World War, wanted peace and prosperity.
In 2011, we’re not all that different from the grandfolks. We want peace but won’t get it. We want money but don’t have it. We want a world that runs smoothly but it never will. We battle reality. But for one night on New Year’s Eve it somehow all makes sense..
New York says ‘good riddance’ to 2010
Tomorrow we will all be saying good riddance to the times of our lives, the time of 2010 .. but will the days of a new age be better? With 2011 merely hours away, the sun will soon rise on a new day.
We’ve all been through this before as humans—years when resolutions are quickly broken and the ‘new’ day looks strangely like one which just got scratched off the calender..
Good riddance to 2010. But problems seemingly have been swept under the floor mat to yet another year. The bill is in the mail. It’s scheduled to be here in 2011. Which is only minutes from beginning…
And
Times Square Security High on Holiday Eve
Perhaps it’s the counter-snipers and undercover agents that didn’t want to see Snooki inside a ball dropping to the ground in Times Square tomorrow night..
Looking at video of the “cleanup” in the city that never sleeps is brutal.. cleanup workers smashing into parked cars.. streets still not plowed. A mess is predicted to be coming this weekend, just in time for the Times Square celebration. It may be likely that the ball will drop in a mass of sludge rather than a cold mass of people. Temperatures are predicted to dramatically warm up — and rain will be falling. The maze of snow throughout the city will be left to turn into junk, mixed in with mud and grime of city buses.
